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InspirEmail No 147 - November 24, 2008'Inspirational messages to refresh the spirit and boost the emotional bank account'

Two Days Without Worry

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone forever.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with all its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and its poor performance; Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendour or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet to be born.

This leaves only one day, Today. Any person can fight the battle of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities, Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.

It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad, it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

So let us, therefore, live but one day at a time.

Author Unknown

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Myself

I have to live with myself, and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.

I want to be able as days go by, always to look myself straight in the eye.

I don't want to stand with the setting sun and hate myself for the things I've done.

I don't want to keep on a closet shelf,a lot of secrets about myself.

And fool myself as I come and go, into thinking that nobody else will know.

The kind of man I really am,I don't want to dress myself up in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect, I want to deserve all men's respect.

But here in this struggle for fame and pelf (wealth), I want to be able to like myself.

I don't want to think as I come and go, That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show.